3AM
And just like that its the night before Christmas.
You leave your room, go downstairs: you must be quiet, everyone's asleep. You stare at the Christmas Tree that's glowing like the brightest star, that reminds you of all the memories before it all went wrong. You stare at it for a while. But after few minutes you leave and go back to your room. You slowly grab the blade and slash down to your wrist. You scream, waking up the dog and mom. Mom only heard the dog bark so she isnt aware that you are bleeding to death.

8AM
The dog barks widely, waiting for you to open the door, not knowing that you won't.
Your mom screams down the hallway echoing at you to take care of the dog, but you don't respond.
Something is odd. You are not replying like you usually do.

8:30AM
Mom comes to check up on you, she assumed you were asleep, she opens the door and finds your dead body in a pool of blood. What a shame, such talentful child passed away by thinking it is a failure.